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It seems safe to say there will be no crazier film this year involving major actors than this existential love story. And maybe no more beautiful one, either.

Swiss Army Man is written and directed by Daniel Scheinert and Daniel Kwan, a.k.a. “the Daniels” of music video fame. They make ample use of their imaginations and visual talents to tell a unique love story.

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Paul Dano is Hank, marooned on a remote Pacific Ocean isle, who has come to realize that no one is coming to rescue him. He’s prepared to take desperate measures to end his loneliness — until the day the body of a man played by Harry Potter’s Daniel Radcliffe washes ashore.

Hank becomes involved with the stiff he calls “Manny,” in ways that seriously need to be seen to be believed. It all makes for the strangest of bromances, one that’s destined to divide audiences, as happened at the film’s Sundance premiere back in January. There were a few walkouts.

No sensibilities are spared as Hank makes use of Manny’s surprising dead-guy talents, which include mad flatulence that allows him to be ridden like a JetSki and handy skills at providing water and starting fires. Go ahead and guess how Manny works as a compass.

When Manny begins to shows signs of an after-death personality — is it a zombie thing, or is Hank going crazy? — all bets are off as to where this story is headed. But it’s impossible not to get caught up in it, even if you’re simultaneously repelled by it.

Co-directors Josh Kriegman and Elyse Steinberg begin their doc as a redemptive chronicle of disgraced former U.S. Democratic Congressman Anthony D. Weiner. It turns into an astounding chronicle of hubris.

Weiner resigned in 2011 after tweeting explicit photos of himself to young women online. Afterward, he penitently claimed to have ceased his sordid habits, but the lie catches up to him as he runs for NYC mayor in 2013.

The camera catches his shock and paralyzing fear, and the anger and dismay of his wife Huma Abedin and campaign staffers, as an online gossip site reveals the candidate is still sexting women, at least one of whom is seeking some kind of vengeance.

Wrapped up in his own narcissistic bubble, Weiner allows the astonished Kriegman and Steinberg to continue filming him, to devastating effect.

Henrik Ibsen’s The Wild Duck shifts from Norway to a moodily decaying Australian lumber town for this drama about a potentially heartbreaking long-quiet family secret.

Estranged for years from his wealthy mill owner father (Geoffrey Rush), Christian (Paul Schneider) returns from the U.S. for the old man’s wedding to his much-younger housekeeper. There he reunites with a childhood friend, Oliver (Ewen Leslie), now married and with a teen daughter, Hedvig (Odessa Young, impressive).

Oliver is out of work since the mill closed. He’s a struggling, while damaged Christian, who denies his demons, and pieces a mystery together that will have far-reaching consequences if he can’t keep it to himself.

After a slow build, the final act picks up the pace but director Simon Stone shows his hand too early. Still, it’s chilling to watch the wreckage pile up.

The world has gone so topsy-turvy that the dumb-fun Purge franchise now qualifies as political satire.

By vowing to end the annual Purge — the one night when murder is legal — underdog presidential candidate Sen. Charlie Roan (Elizabeth Mitchell) has made seriously psychopathic enemies. Naturally, they choose the grisly fiesta to take her out.

She relies on her loyal security (Frank Grillo, Anarchy’s taciturn butt-kicker), a deli owner (Mykelti Williamson, spouting the best lines) and a Good Samaritan who kills like a samurai (Betty Gabriel) to ward off hordes of white-supremacist mercenaries, “murder tourists” and bloodthirsty schoolgirls in gory corsets.

Occupy, Trump, Black Lives Matter and the NRA all figure into the ideological swirl, but purge the urge to look for real meaning. Like the election it clumsily invokes, the lively third Purge is as thrilling as it is silly.

The Cold War may be over but the Russian mafia schemes to infiltrate London, one of the world’s financial capitals, to launder dirty money.

Ewan McGregor and Naomie Harris are British couple Perry and Gail, holidaying in Morocco and struggling to get past infidelity. They encounter Dima (Stellan Skarsgard), a bluff Russian with a prodigious memory for numbers.

Dima, desperate to avoid certain death at the hands of a ruthless oligarch, sees a “gentleman” and honest soul in Perry, drawing him into a plan to defect by providing information on crooked British politicians.

The performances are lovely and director Susanna White manages to wring maximum tension from the cat-and-mouse game. Fans of spy novelist John le Carré may take umbrage with the reworked ending, but the film is nonetheless a riveting and accomplished work.

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